It was just a tiny piece but it held so much hope
The withered and tattered last strand of a once strong rope
Last night it gave up it could take no more
What it held was released and now lays broken for evermore
Just a phone call and several words is all it took
Now I'm like a fish returned freed from the hook
I should be happy in a way that I've been given another chance
But I'm not, I'm sad and lost, and can't see another romance
Will it ever be caught again? I didn't think it ever would
But if it is I'll give my all but it seems an unlikely hood
There's nothing that can fix it, no tape, or glue to bond
So that's where it will stay in the murky depths of the pond
